Much like with Ari Aster and Midsommar, this review is
basically going to be me admitting that I severely underestimated the director on
their previous work. Except I can’t even blame the density of the material this
time around; I legit just wasn’t experienced enough in cinema to give Jennifer
Kent’s The Babadook its fair due.
For the incredibly unconventional and
confronting work it was, one that dealt with parenthood and depression in a way
that truly blind-sided me on first viewing, it really took me a second viewing
to properly get over what were ultimately some rather minor grievances with the
film’s tone. Or, more accurately, my inability to understand the tone. And much
like with Midsommar, I’m not leaving anything to chance now that I’m fully
aware of what this director is capable of. And oh boy, is this one hell of a
follow-up to one of the greatest horror flicks of the 2010’s.
